It was a beautiful cool morning as I rode out of town in good spirits. I’d decided that I’d head over to some lakes that were just past the turn off to an alternate border crossing and if I encountered any resistance I’d camp at the lakes but continue onto Guatemala if not. And I didn’t, so I did.
I had googled a place to stay about 25 miles past the border, but another cyclist who’d passed this way earlier told me about a place that rented rooms in La Trinidad, only 5 miles in. That’s the one I ended up stopping at, having found the afternoon temperatures a bit high and the hills very steep. I ended up walking my bike several times, which doesn’t bode well given what lies ahead. I decided during one of these strolls that I’m not going to be a cycle purist if these hills end up hurting too much. Knowing I can quit and hitchhike or bus whenever I want has calmed my anxiety.
Karen PoretOh my goodness, David! The strap around the female in purple jacket and pink tennis shoes is the same plaid as my high school skirt from the 1960’s ! Reply to this comment 1 month ago
Timothy was very interested in who I was, where I came from, what I was doing and that my bike has a belt. It was fun to talk with him and his buddy whom he later called over
